“Rest easy, dear heart grace has come for you.”

I’m tired of fighting giants in my head.

I thought I had time until I realized the time had me.

I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.

You said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

Charting your own course isn’t just more necessary than ever before. It’s also much easier – and much more fun.

I’ll write my secrets in the sand next to driftwood and seashells then let the waves wash them away. Wishing forgetting was that easy. – secrets in the sand.

Doing the easy thing makes you popular. Doing the hard thing makes you a leader.

I let go of all fear and doubt, and life becomes simple and easy for me

I create easily and effortlessly when I let my thoughts come from the loving space of my own heart.

It is only too easy to catch people’s attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.

The rains of Life’s Blessings cannot gather on mountaintops of pride, but flow easily into valleys of humbleness.

I’ve noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.